It's funny how the older we grow, the less we focus on the time that is passing by. It is more the anxiety on whether or not we will finish that task. And how much we have accomplished at that point. Our lives become timed by our life phases. • "Remember that time when we went for that trip at the beach?" or "Remember that time when you had a bad hair cut and we went to get something along the way?". •

Soon, as time passes by. This memory will remain fresh in my head, but my heart heedless on how I conscious or mindful I am on the time. How long ago it has been. •

Our firstborn will be 4 soon. How crazy that is! I still remember when I was 4! Or when we were about to get married. Or how I was still in the UK for my graduate years. •

I realize how this growing unconscious timeliness slowly becomes my very attachment about the time that has gone. That fear of growing. That living in the past. That roomful of memorabilia from our past lives that I am slowly learning how to let go.

Because as how I have said years ago, it still remains - love means letting go. • Now on a serious note, do you guys know where/who accept 2nd hand goods? I have an organ from the late 80s to give away and some other "memorabilia". 😅